a blanket for Mio

I know I said I will never ever (like totally for real) crochet again. Watch me. This is actually a blanket made out of tiny little bobbles. Rainbow sounds perfect for a baby, right? Advertisements

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day 240

the hardest of smiles; unshed tears the scariest of thoughts; all hidden inside the easiest of pretence, but plainly in sight. never thought it would be this hard. 241

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Till forever runs out

“I’ll lend you for a while a child of mine,” He said. “For you to love the while he lives and mourn for when he’s dead. It may be six or seven years, or twenty-two or three, But will you, till I call him back, take care of him for me?” Edgar Guest

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give me a hundred wishes

sunshine, love, open space, a giggle, the smell of the ocean, a kiss, ice cream, trust, a word, a massage, bird of paradise, a knitted cardigan, a James Morrison song, lentil soup, snow, wood fire, an old photograph, espressi in Rome, sisters, spring rain, a train ride with destination unknown, Japanese, a walk home from work, […]

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I like Kenneth Kvarnström. Actually I am talking about his work. Modern dance can be rather ‘unique’. It is not for everyone; and while I do enjoy the classics, I never warmed to modern dance performances. They generally do not make sense to me. There is too much elaborate intellectualisation to make it enjoyable. I […]

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 there aren’t many things in life that I adore more. Being close to you, touching, feeling … sensing you. I rest my cheek against your chest. Your skin is warm and I can feel your heartbeat talking to me. I trace my fingers along your body; all the way to that little line of hair promising a […]

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